"Pausing only to employ a few of Uncle Vernon's choicest swear words, he staggered back into the kitchen,
clutching his head and staring out the window into the back garden."
"They had curled-hair works for the cattle tails, and a "wool-pullery" for the sheep skins; they made pepsin from the stomachs of the pigs, and albumen from the blood, and violin strings from the ill-smelling entrails."
clutching his head and staring out the window into the back garden."
Guess I have fantasies about the "back garden..."
My social psych textbook is a fortune cookie or something
I wanted lulz so badly though
CRIES
...um...
:C
Uhh xDD